EPEOLATRY

ART & POETRY

'A longing: through a Wormhole'

by Yash Sinojia

Lost in the celestial bulk, I felt her.

Whilst a serenade lingered in my ears.

The discrete spectrum of colours

Were emerging fuzzily from a slit

And juxtaposed a series of imagery,

Whose sum total was an embodiment

Of a hologram that represented her.

The light projected a masquerade

On my eyes but they were shut wide.

For I was through of all that circus

Full of illumination and intervention.

Heretofore I was learning about her

Soul that floats on a high astral plane.